slow down, you're doing fine
Flora slips through the Dusklight without slowing, fingers brushing the edge of a doorway she doesn’t bother looking into as she cuts toward the back, her sweater soft and slightly too wide at the neckline so it keeps threatening to fall off one shoulder as her curls work themselves loose against the knit.
Expecting to see Asta lurking outside of Danta's door, or at least somewhere near it, her eyes drag over what’s there instead, narrowing slightly as she takes Fox in without pretending she isn’t doing exactly that. Her head tilts, not shy about it, curls slipping further as her brows lift in a slow, deliberate climb, the look she gives him landing somewhere between curious and mildly put-out. "Oh, hey? I’m here to see Danta, are you...?"
She lets it hang there on purpose, because if this is new security, then fine, but also why and whomst.
Expecting to see Asta lurking outside of Danta's door, or at least somewhere near it, her eyes drag over what’s there instead, narrowing slightly as she takes Fox in without pretending she isn’t doing exactly that. Her head tilts, not shy about it, curls slipping further as her brows lift in a slow, deliberate climb, the look she gives him landing somewhere between curious and mildly put-out. "Oh, hey? I’m here to see Danta, are you...?"
She lets it hang there on purpose, because if this is new security, then fine, but also why and whomst.
Flora
you can't be everything you wanna be before your time
